A tree branch completely ensconced in ice. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I hate when it rains
In the frozen depths of dark
January.  When

I wake tomorrow,
The world will be dressed in ice
And my breath will freeze

Before my eyes.  If
I’m lucky, the sun will come
And banish the frost.

I pray I’ll be so lucky.

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